From This Beautifully Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Could
beautiful
women love
lying beautifully
from forgotten
bowls lending
tears needing
these nightly
when recovering
pillow scribbling dreams
cheerfully hearing morning
needs, only frown down upon
cursed worn high heels without
willingly praising selfish storied
love turned side faced dripped
with gifts stole when spirits
chased, after love's once
beautiful hallow heart?
Immortalized beauty
without voice, drown
stabbing drawn curtains
hearing still rotting words
screeching time's learning
bloodied goods fussing
lastingly expressing
personal exasperation's
cuming; from this beautifully?